Caravan - Open Fantasy RP - Jump right in!

[StarrNico]

Raven smiled and moved into the forest. She climbed a tree and sat on a branch, making herself as comfortable as she could to wait for the humans to be ready.


Amber peeked in the tent at Lilly before settling by the fire to rest until morning.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Rook, who had been dozing himself and having pleasant dreams of Tianea, stood up slowly and yawned. "What? Oh, uh... yeah. Of course... your highness." He shuffled out of the cavern, apparently not in any hurry, kicking himself mentally for not coming up with a brilliant plan that both satisfied Algar's request to keep the kid alive and earned him Tianea's undying love for making sure both the kid and the caravan guard died.

The caves were pretty quiet as he made his way into the common dining area to acquire the kid something to eat. It smelled strangely delicious and his own stomach rumbled. Two of the men were sitting enjoying the mead, while another was passed out at the table. The others were presumably either sleeping or taking their turn on night watch duty. "Hey Rook!" Merek, one of the two still up drinking, saluted him with his mug. "Enjoy the feast!"

"Where'd this come from?" he asked, noting the meat that had been cooked and the source of the wonderous smell.

"Col caught one of those caravan horses that got cut loose from the wagon," Merek explained. "Got it's leg broke, probably during the skirmish, so no sense letting it go to waste!"

Rook sat down for a meal before putting some extra on a wooden plate, along with a mug full of mead, to take back to Linden.

"Here," he said as he re-entered the cavern and set the plate and mug down on the floor, this time well within Linden's range. "Didn't have enough hands for bandages. I'll go find some..."

Despite the rather forlorn situation, Linden's kind personality still responded with a quiet, "thank you," when Rook returned with the plate and mug. Since he didn't have a table, he kneeled down beside the cot due to weight considerations and balanced the plate on Mavis' legs. The boy was still and silent, a small, shallow breath the only sign of life.

"Mavis..." He coaxed, gently shaking his friend. When Mavis didn't respond, he increased the tone of his voice and tried again.

After several attempts, Mavis' eyes finally flickered open and vaguely focused on Linden's face. "Linden..." His voice was thin and raspy, and Linden had to lean closer to hear.

"I have something for you to eat..." He slipped his hand under the boys back and helped prop him into a sitting/slouching position on the cot. With his fingers, he ripped off a small piece of the meat and held it against Mavis' lips.

At first Mavis' reception was weak and half-hearted, bordering on choking as he swallowed the first piece. As he realized how hungry he was, however, he began eat with more enthusiasm. By the time he refused a piece, there was only a small portion left on the plate.

After sharing an equal portion of the mead, Linden finished the rest of the meal and set the empty plate and mug back on the floor. Looking back at his friend, he felt a faint glimmer of hope to see that a small amount of color had returned to Mavis' grey face.

 

[ChickenRadio]

Raven watched the hawks silently. She smiled as they went to Luna's arms. "Hawks are good friends to have by your side." She said softly

Luna smiled. "They are arent they?" She clucked her tounge and both birds flew off circling highenough off the ground yet low enough where they could be seen.

Rook, who had been dozing himself and having pleasant dreams of Tianea, stood up slowly and yawned. "What? Oh, uh... yeah. Of course... your highness." He shuffled out of the cavern, apparently not in any hurry, kicking himself mentally for not coming up with a brilliant plan that both satisfied Algar's request to keep the kid alive and earned him Tianea's undying love for making sure both the kid and the caravan guard died.

The caves were pretty quiet as he made his way into the common dining area to acquire the kid something to eat. It smelled strangely delicious and his own stomach rumbled. Two of the men were sitting enjoying the mead, while another was passed out at the table. The others were presumably either sleeping or taking their turn on night watch duty. "Hey Rook!" Merek, one of the two still up drinking, saluted him with his mug. "Enjoy the feast!"

"Where'd this come from?" he asked, noting the meat that had been cooked and the source of the wonderous smell.

"Col caught one of those caravan horses that got cut loose from the wagon," Merek explained. "Got it's leg broke, probably during the skirmish, so no sense letting it go to waste!"

Rook sat down for a meal before putting some extra on a wooden plate, along with a mug full of mead, to take back to Linden.

"Here," he said as he re-entered the cavern and set the plate and mug down on the floor, this time well within Linden's range. "Didn't have enough hands for bandages. I'll go find some..."

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"They look like fine birds," Terrick said, trying to keep the peace with their new ally. "I'm going to try to get a few hours of sleep and we'll make our trek shortly after midnight. If the gods favor us tonight, we'll catch them when most of the bandits are asleep." He wasn't sure if only a few hours of rest would be enough to fully regain his strength after a day like today, but it was bound to be better than nothing...

"I raised 'em myself." Luna said looking up at the circling hawks. "Trystal, Beao, Roost!" She called to the birds who came down and landed in a tree nearby. "I guess thats where im sleeping tonight.." Luna said walking towards the tree.

(No problem)

Pike shook the birds off vigorously as they flew back to Luna. His coat had protected him from the worst of the birds claws, but a small tear in the thick fabric from the earlier battle had provided just enough space for one of the birds to cut him. Although he didn't look entirely impressed, the wound didn't seem to put him off either. It blended in with numerous other scars lacing his body, proof of years of service as a guard. "Good, I was beginning to think that I was being led to my death by a lunatic... actually, I still think that... and yet I'm still signed up on this crazy mission with an elf and a girl with pet hawks... unbelievable." His voice trailed off as he realized he was beginning to ramble uselessly. "I'm going to get some shut eye as well. You two would do well to do the same, can't have you fall'n asleep on the job."

Luna shrugged.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Pike ignored Luna and strolled over to one of the remaining wagons. He reached over the side and pulled out a small can of lubricating oil and the crossbow Terrick had mentioned. Underneath the same wagon, he threw down his jacket and sat on it with the weapon. Without official 'sleeping quarters' the ground was as good as anything. He squirted a small amount of oil on the crossbows metal parts to make sure it wouldn't jam when they needed it, and moved all the parts thoroughly to work the oil inside.

Once he was finished, he laid the weapon and oil aside and tucked the jacket under his head as a pillow. Within a couple seconds a loud, obnoxious snore resonated through the makeshift camp.

 

[StarrNico]

Garret made himself keep moving through the dark, trying to catch up to his sister, Amber before she could get even further ahead of him. He wanted to chew her out for that stunt she had pulled back at the last village. He stood still a moment, looking through the dark trees before finally admitting to himself that he could no longer see the trail. He sat under a tree and pulled his traveling cloak around him to rest until morning. He absently rubbed at his ears, the only outward sign of his half elf heritage, Amber had been luck to not have any outward sign of their dual heritage. He thought, closing his eyes.

 

[StarrNico]

Raven blinked and looked to the sky. She moved easily through the trees to check on the bandits hideout, then moved to the caravan.

 

[Frundette]

Terrick woke with a start, at once worried that he had slept all through the night and had missed the best chance to help Linden and Mavis. But no, he realized as he glanced up at sky. The rain clouds had cleared out, leaving him a clear view of the stars. There were still almost three hours until dawn. The sellsword rolled himself out of his blanket and stood up, trying to spot the others that had agreed to accompany him.

"Pike, wake up. You ready?" he said, spotting the man under the closest wagon.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Pike grunted a foggy "yes" and sat up groggily. Forgetting that he was under the wagon, however, he promptly hit his head on the hard wooden underside of his shelter. After muttering a string of fancy words, including why on earth he had decided to sleep under the wagon, he joined Terrick with the crossbow in hand. He also carried a rather large knife in his boot and a well worn club looped in his belt, still stained with blood from the day before. "Ready when you are, mate."

 

[StarrNico]

Raven stepped out of the shelter of the trees towards Terrick and Pike

 

[ChickenRadio]

Luna yawned and stretched nearly falling out of her tree as both Trystal and Beao flapped their wings angerly at be awoken. "Calm down you guys!" Luna told them before facing the group